Corey Ross Poet Bio

What's Good

Tell me what's good
because it damn sure ain't me
I'm broke, jobs ain't hiring my souls crying
thinking I ain't gone make it 
thinking GOD overlooked me when he handed down his graces
I'm just thinking if I die now
I won't get in Heaven later.

Life is what you make it, right? wrong!
At least i don't think so.
Last night I saw myself in a dream
wit a whole in my chest
it was kinda hard to swallow
that I was a bloody mess
there I was a bed full of sweat
and a face full of tears
thinking damn, was GOD punishing me
for the sins I committed over the years.

Question? How do I cope with all this?
Maybe wit hydro and malt liquor
pouring it out for all my innocent niggas
you know the niggas that's doing time for
crimes they didn't do
and the peoples testified against them
I'm telling you that stop snitching is true.

But if you live by the gun you die by the bullet
you die soon as that trigga happy nigga
behind it that pull it
Life's a grimmy chick she's doing everbody raw
riding this nigga deep throating him,
while she's playing wit the next mans balls.

She a dirty broad  either she on her back 
or got my back against the wall.
What's good in this world, not a thing
that is until I see the King of Kings.

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